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"Why does it says she's turning around?"
Lark abruptly slammed on the brakes of the car, the mobile phone volleying from Aeden's palms and all three of them jostled forward by the pressure, Maya yelping loudly with her face nearly sprawling across the car seat in front of her, but the seatbelt prevented it.
Thankfully.
"Bloody hell!" Aeden cried out, drawing sharp breaths and casting a scornful glare at Lark.
"What? We're all fine, ain't we, May?" Maya gripped the waist belt tighter around her, blinking several times, and Lark duly noted it as a positive hint, "See."
Aeden rolled his eyes and reached to grab the phone that had flown from his hands, blessedly fielding it unharmed and reassessing the status of the girls they were tracking, "It says she's reversed her course and is on the way back," Aeden stated, "Now, can you get started again?"
"Why?"
"Because we're in the midst of the road, you git!" Maya hooted in his ear, Lark swatting his hand on the steering wheel and mistakenly blaring his horn in reaction to the jolt he got, the vehicle to the rear of him honking his in protest.
"Hey..." Aeden leered through the rearview mirror, wrinkling his brow as he surveyed various SUVs trailing behind them as Lark rebooted the car, "Shit."
"What?" Lark held on looking in the direction of the highway, scanning for the girls' own car, while Maya in that moment caught the familiar SUVs of the Queen's security guards.
"Uh-oh. We're wanted! Cop, cop, cop. Go!" Maya bellowed, rushing him to throttle up, Lark smirking from the epiphany he was experiencing at being in command of the steering wheel.
"When did our life become a Fast and Furious movie?"
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